Twas the night

before Christmas and in the garage, There wasn't a trace of a Ford but only my chevy. The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, So I figured I'd mess with my S10 for a bit I pulled the pins and then I removed the hood, When a deep voice behind me said "that 427 looks really good." Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick, And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick! We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say, Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?" I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin, "But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!" His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow, Turned into a smile and he said "Hey! Let's go!!" So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat, We pushed my Dime quietly out to the street. Then, taking our places to drift down the hill, I turned on the key and I let the gas spill. The sound that erupted took him by surprise, But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes. With the tires a' cryin' and the pipes a-flow, We headed on out where the street racers go. And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears, With every shift up, as I went through the gears. Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!" So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?" Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys, When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees! the 427 exploded with a thunderous sound! Santa dumped the pedal and the tires shook the ground! Power shift into second, again into third! I sat there just watching, at loss for a word. Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! ITS A HELL OF A NIGHT!